Between Auntie's Legs. a true erotic sex story
Posted: Thu Nov 07, 2024 5:29 am
This story took place nearly 18 years ago when I was just 19. Although I’ve changed the names, the emotions I describe remain as vivid in my heart today as they were back then, in the days of my youth.
She was a stunning woman, fair-skinned, with short, dark hair and an incredible figure. But she was also my mother’s younger sister, Rosina. At the time, Rosina was about 33.
Rosina had always been a solitary person, living on her own until my parents invited her to move in with us. The idea was that she would maintain her independence, contributing to the household while enjoying the support of family. In reality, though, she turned out to be more of a perfectionist than a houseguest.
Whilst growing up, I had learned to hate her. This had remained my general attitude until one summer's afternoon. I had just returned home from school and was seated in our lobby, scrambling through my school bag in search of a cassette which I was sure that I'd left at school.
In frustration I looked up and all around the room, desperately hoping to see it anywhere. I did not see my cassette, but what I did notice was my aunt's bedroom door. The shape of her key hole, illuminated by bright light from inside, together with what appeared to be signs of movement. My heart stopped, as I felt the sudden rush of knowing that I could see inside the private space of a woman. I had never thought of my aunt in this way, but at this time in my adolescence, seeing a real naked woman was my only real goal in life. Any man would understand these emotions, since we've all gone through them. Perhaps I had hated her so much that I no longer thought of her as an auntie but an outsider. I don't know why I never stopped to consider the relationship, what I did do though, was quickly crawl across the room to her bedroom door and fasten my eye to the keyhole.
I still remember with complete clarity, how every beat in my heart seemed drum so loud that I would fear her hearing me. I could not make out much, initially since it was only my aunt's bare arm which was visible, as she sat just out of my field of vision. Suddenly, she moved right in front of the door and sat on her bed. My instinct was to run in case she saw my eye, yet I could not move. I was fixated. She sat in front of me nothing on but her bra and panties.
She sat opposite me and was actually adjusting her bra. She pressed her breasts together, pulled her legs up and sat on the bed. I watched her stroke herself a little through her panties and then put on a pair of tights. I had never before wished to be an item of clothing, although at that time, I would have sold my very soul to have been those tights, sliding over her silky brown legs. She dressed slowly and lazily, before going off to put some makeup on. Nothing happened that day, although I tried to take advantage of every possible opportunity to be near her. Our bickering stopped and we started to talk more.
I found myself skipping school on occasion just so that I could be with her whilst the house was empty. I'd sit with her in the breakfast table and innocently play footsie with her, as she sat there in her dressing gown. I started wearing revealing clothing and sitting close to her, whilst we talked. I don't know at what point things changed, but eventually she started responding. The initial guesture was subtle, but my reaction was an instant hard-on.
We were sitting together talking rather flippantly, when all of a sudden she laughed at one of my jokes and patted me on the thigh. I thought that was innocent enough, until she seemed to do it again, more nervously a second time. On her third attempt, she left her hand resting on my thigh and continued to talk to me innocently, whilst her hand gradually began to caress me, through my pyjamas.
I had developed an instant erection and started talking rather randomly. The tone of her voice seemed to move from conversational to what I can only describe as erotic cooking. I responded in kind and we talked nervously about the room around us, as my hard penis seemed to be twitching against her hand through the fabric of my pyjamas. Although terrified that she might get cross upon feeling it, I couldn't help but let it grow out and make it self noticeable, resting alongside the side of her hand.
Desperate to hold, her I found myself totally driven by instincts. My elbow by this time had become dangerously close to her breasts. We both let out a sign as I touched them, whilst making an excuse to lean over her and get a newspaper that I clearly couldn't reach.
As my body leaned over her, she finally broke the ice and took a hold of my penis. I was over her lap, with my arm against her breasts, when I felt the electrifying force of her nails sliding up my thigh and then her fingers grabbing hold of my knob. Her thumb began to stroke its tip and I couldn't help but moan her name.
"Oh, Rosina ..," I cut myself short not wanting to call her auntie.
"You're so sexy, Raj. So damn sexy. I want you."
I was shocked by her words, yet my entire soul melted when I felt her lean forward and kiss my neck lightly. My aunt hadn't gone out with any men that I knew of and I found myself wondering if she was as desperate to make love as I was. I turned my head and confronted my fears, sucking her upper lip into my mouth, as I closed my eyes.
We kissed and I tasted her mouth with my tongue, continuously moving my head to lick into and around her ears. She groped my penis and caressed my chest, as I sat on her lap, necking with her. Surprisingly, I hadn't gone back to touch her breasts, but felt totally ecstatic when she took my hands and placed them over her breasts, squeezing them slightly, as I had seen her doing through the keyhole. I took my cue and focused my attention on her breasts, kissing and sucking them through the silky fabric of her nightie. She rubbed my body whilst, I took her hard nipples into my mouth, though the smooth silk.
I had to have her and I was going to. I climbed to her side and lifted the rest of her body onto the couch, making her in affect lie next to me. I kissed her once and started at the point where her hemline met her knee. My mouth moved to her leg and I kissed it slightly, guiding my hands up the side of her thighs and up under her nightie, over her nipples. She moaned so loud that I could have cum with delight.
I kiss and licked her thighs, whilst caressing her nipples and moving my head up under her the fabric of her nightie. I felt my head rubbing her cunt and was so taken with its heat. - its fire - that I JUST wanted to devour it. I controlled myself and enjoyed the magical feel of warm flesh against my mouth. I have always a fan of love handles, and this is probably why? I just kissed her thighs and then started kissing her sweet pussy through her underwear, as her legs went up around my shoulders, trying to lock me into her cunt. I was busy rubbing her chest and any skin I could find, whilst she moved her hand down pushed her panties to the side and waited for me to lick the sight which I had always dreamed of. I told her that I loved her and then started licking her as she spread her lips for me. I had never seen vaginal fluids before, but was captivated and started licking her. She was so wet, they seemed to flowing out. I licked her clit and tongued her hole. My tongue went straight in and I tried to fuck her with my tongue. She squirmed under me as I slobbered up her juices, fucking her with my tongue and then tasting her clit. She seemed to be coming.
It was my first time and I was dying. I quickly sat up with my brown penis standing to attention out of my pyjamas. I threw my shirt of and helped her pull her nightie over her head, as she looked at me puzzled as to why I'd stopped. Her hands had naturally gone around my penis and as soon as we've undressed her, she popped it straight into her mouth, licking it back and forth like a lollypop, looking into my eyes. I was so turned on. She removed my pyjamas in a stroke. She took my penis and rubbed it against her clit, while I touched her breasts. The heat of her hot, wet cunt was such that I shoved it into her, the second she touched it against her hole. She screamed and I started pumping.
Her legs went around me and I fucked her like an amateur, although her own experience was such that she also seemed to be enjoying it. I soon fired, into her. She pulled me against her and hugged me tight, while I tried to let every glob out.
Although I had come, I wanted more. She also did. I lay on her with my lund, gradually moving out, however this was temporary, since we began to kiss and as I felt her body against my own, I was instantly hard again. She pushed me onto my back and began licking my penis, slowly with her tongue. She caressed my testicles, whilst I watched and felt her breasts dangling against my legs. She looked so beautiful and I felt so fortunate. I pulled her up and we kissed, whilst the head of my penis rubbed against her body.
We made love again, as she straddled me and sat with her legs out, guiding me into her pussy. She rode me and stroked my chest. Out love making lasted forever, I answered her body movements with my own and felt extra rushes when I ever I heard her respond to my movements with her 'special' moans. I was new to the experience and touched her every where, although eventually focussing on her clit, while I fucked her. It drove her crazy and as grew wilder I pumped her harder, to the point where I grabbed her and pulled her down against me. I rolled her over, with her breasts in my face and we fell to the floor. Lying on the carpet, I shoved my lund deep into her and instinctively took her knees up over my shoulders and started fucking her deeply. We were both in ecstasy.
I came inside her, looking into her face. I kissed her neck and shoulders, continually. We made love several times within the next couple of hours. We hardly said much to one another, but were very tactile.
I tried to be alone with her after this, although she seemed to stay away from me. She moved out a month later and very little has happened since. Our embraces are always extended and intimate. Our kisses, though innocent to any observer are always soft and supple. Even wet at times. Although our lives have changed, it is our eyes that openly flaunt what happened. When they meet they seem to speak. The only other time that we were together was two years ago, after a wedding. We were in her kitchen, with the rest of the family on an adjoining room. She was dressed in a sari and we were chatting about her Mendi.
As we spoke, I took her arm into my own and softly traced her mendi with my fingers, complimenting them. Our eyes met and she started mirroring my actions by stroking my own arm. The experience was surprisingly arousing and we started kissing one another's necks and whispering into one another’s ears. I stroked her abdomen and buttocks through her sari, as she pressed her body against my crotch. Unfortunately, we snapped back to reality as another aunt yelled, asking whether we needed any help in the kitchen. She cleaned her lipstick off me, before we returned to the room.
She was a stunning woman, fair-skinned, with short, dark hair and an incredible figure. But she was also my mother’s younger sister, Rosina. At the time, Rosina was about 33.
Rosina had always been a solitary person, living on her own until my parents invited her to move in with us. The idea was that she would maintain her independence, contributing to the household while enjoying the support of family. In reality, though, she turned out to be more of a perfectionist than a houseguest.
Whilst growing up, I had learned to hate her. This had remained my general attitude until one summer's afternoon. I had just returned home from school and was seated in our lobby, scrambling through my school bag in search of a cassette which I was sure that I'd left at school.
In frustration I looked up and all around the room, desperately hoping to see it anywhere. I did not see my cassette, but what I did notice was my aunt's bedroom door. The shape of her key hole, illuminated by bright light from inside, together with what appeared to be signs of movement. My heart stopped, as I felt the sudden rush of knowing that I could see inside the private space of a woman. I had never thought of my aunt in this way, but at this time in my adolescence, seeing a real naked woman was my only real goal in life. Any man would understand these emotions, since we've all gone through them. Perhaps I had hated her so much that I no longer thought of her as an auntie but an outsider. I don't know why I never stopped to consider the relationship, what I did do though, was quickly crawl across the room to her bedroom door and fasten my eye to the keyhole.
I still remember with complete clarity, how every beat in my heart seemed drum so loud that I would fear her hearing me. I could not make out much, initially since it was only my aunt's bare arm which was visible, as she sat just out of my field of vision. Suddenly, she moved right in front of the door and sat on her bed. My instinct was to run in case she saw my eye, yet I could not move. I was fixated. She sat in front of me nothing on but her bra and panties.
She sat opposite me and was actually adjusting her bra. She pressed her breasts together, pulled her legs up and sat on the bed. I watched her stroke herself a little through her panties and then put on a pair of tights. I had never before wished to be an item of clothing, although at that time, I would have sold my very soul to have been those tights, sliding over her silky brown legs. She dressed slowly and lazily, before going off to put some makeup on. Nothing happened that day, although I tried to take advantage of every possible opportunity to be near her. Our bickering stopped and we started to talk more.
I found myself skipping school on occasion just so that I could be with her whilst the house was empty. I'd sit with her in the breakfast table and innocently play footsie with her, as she sat there in her dressing gown. I started wearing revealing clothing and sitting close to her, whilst we talked. I don't know at what point things changed, but eventually she started responding. The initial guesture was subtle, but my reaction was an instant hard-on.
We were sitting together talking rather flippantly, when all of a sudden she laughed at one of my jokes and patted me on the thigh. I thought that was innocent enough, until she seemed to do it again, more nervously a second time. On her third attempt, she left her hand resting on my thigh and continued to talk to me innocently, whilst her hand gradually began to caress me, through my pyjamas.
I had developed an instant erection and started talking rather randomly. The tone of her voice seemed to move from conversational to what I can only describe as erotic cooking. I responded in kind and we talked nervously about the room around us, as my hard penis seemed to be twitching against her hand through the fabric of my pyjamas. Although terrified that she might get cross upon feeling it, I couldn't help but let it grow out and make it self noticeable, resting alongside the side of her hand.
Desperate to hold, her I found myself totally driven by instincts. My elbow by this time had become dangerously close to her breasts. We both let out a sign as I touched them, whilst making an excuse to lean over her and get a newspaper that I clearly couldn't reach.
As my body leaned over her, she finally broke the ice and took a hold of my penis. I was over her lap, with my arm against her breasts, when I felt the electrifying force of her nails sliding up my thigh and then her fingers grabbing hold of my knob. Her thumb began to stroke its tip and I couldn't help but moan her name.
"Oh, Rosina ..," I cut myself short not wanting to call her auntie.
"You're so sexy, Raj. So damn sexy. I want you."
I was shocked by her words, yet my entire soul melted when I felt her lean forward and kiss my neck lightly. My aunt hadn't gone out with any men that I knew of and I found myself wondering if she was as desperate to make love as I was. I turned my head and confronted my fears, sucking her upper lip into my mouth, as I closed my eyes.
We kissed and I tasted her mouth with my tongue, continuously moving my head to lick into and around her ears. She groped my penis and caressed my chest, as I sat on her lap, necking with her. Surprisingly, I hadn't gone back to touch her breasts, but felt totally ecstatic when she took my hands and placed them over her breasts, squeezing them slightly, as I had seen her doing through the keyhole. I took my cue and focused my attention on her breasts, kissing and sucking them through the silky fabric of her nightie. She rubbed my body whilst, I took her hard nipples into my mouth, though the smooth silk.
I had to have her and I was going to. I climbed to her side and lifted the rest of her body onto the couch, making her in affect lie next to me. I kissed her once and started at the point where her hemline met her knee. My mouth moved to her leg and I kissed it slightly, guiding my hands up the side of her thighs and up under her nightie, over her nipples. She moaned so loud that I could have cum with delight.
I kiss and licked her thighs, whilst caressing her nipples and moving my head up under her the fabric of her nightie. I felt my head rubbing her cunt and was so taken with its heat. - its fire - that I JUST wanted to devour it. I controlled myself and enjoyed the magical feel of warm flesh against my mouth. I have always a fan of love handles, and this is probably why? I just kissed her thighs and then started kissing her sweet pussy through her underwear, as her legs went up around my shoulders, trying to lock me into her cunt. I was busy rubbing her chest and any skin I could find, whilst she moved her hand down pushed her panties to the side and waited for me to lick the sight which I had always dreamed of. I told her that I loved her and then started licking her as she spread her lips for me. I had never seen vaginal fluids before, but was captivated and started licking her. She was so wet, they seemed to flowing out. I licked her clit and tongued her hole. My tongue went straight in and I tried to fuck her with my tongue. She squirmed under me as I slobbered up her juices, fucking her with my tongue and then tasting her clit. She seemed to be coming.
It was my first time and I was dying. I quickly sat up with my brown penis standing to attention out of my pyjamas. I threw my shirt of and helped her pull her nightie over her head, as she looked at me puzzled as to why I'd stopped. Her hands had naturally gone around my penis and as soon as we've undressed her, she popped it straight into her mouth, licking it back and forth like a lollypop, looking into my eyes. I was so turned on. She removed my pyjamas in a stroke. She took my penis and rubbed it against her clit, while I touched her breasts. The heat of her hot, wet cunt was such that I shoved it into her, the second she touched it against her hole. She screamed and I started pumping.
Her legs went around me and I fucked her like an amateur, although her own experience was such that she also seemed to be enjoying it. I soon fired, into her. She pulled me against her and hugged me tight, while I tried to let every glob out.
Although I had come, I wanted more. She also did. I lay on her with my lund, gradually moving out, however this was temporary, since we began to kiss and as I felt her body against my own, I was instantly hard again. She pushed me onto my back and began licking my penis, slowly with her tongue. She caressed my testicles, whilst I watched and felt her breasts dangling against my legs. She looked so beautiful and I felt so fortunate. I pulled her up and we kissed, whilst the head of my penis rubbed against her body.
We made love again, as she straddled me and sat with her legs out, guiding me into her pussy. She rode me and stroked my chest. Out love making lasted forever, I answered her body movements with my own and felt extra rushes when I ever I heard her respond to my movements with her 'special' moans. I was new to the experience and touched her every where, although eventually focussing on her clit, while I fucked her. It drove her crazy and as grew wilder I pumped her harder, to the point where I grabbed her and pulled her down against me. I rolled her over, with her breasts in my face and we fell to the floor. Lying on the carpet, I shoved my lund deep into her and instinctively took her knees up over my shoulders and started fucking her deeply. We were both in ecstasy.
I came inside her, looking into her face. I kissed her neck and shoulders, continually. We made love several times within the next couple of hours. We hardly said much to one another, but were very tactile.
I tried to be alone with her after this, although she seemed to stay away from me. She moved out a month later and very little has happened since. Our embraces are always extended and intimate. Our kisses, though innocent to any observer are always soft and supple. Even wet at times. Although our lives have changed, it is our eyes that openly flaunt what happened. When they meet they seem to speak. The only other time that we were together was two years ago, after a wedding. We were in her kitchen, with the rest of the family on an adjoining room. She was dressed in a sari and we were chatting about her Mendi.
As we spoke, I took her arm into my own and softly traced her mendi with my fingers, complimenting them. Our eyes met and she started mirroring my actions by stroking my own arm. The experience was surprisingly arousing and we started kissing one another's necks and whispering into one another’s ears. I stroked her abdomen and buttocks through her sari, as she pressed her body against my crotch. Unfortunately, we snapped back to reality as another aunt yelled, asking whether we needed any help in the kitchen. She cleaned her lipstick off me, before we returned to the room.